ROMEO [Coming forward.]:
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my lady! O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks, yet she says nothing.
What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET :
Ay me!
ROMEO:
She speaks.
O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET:
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO [Aside.]:
Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.
What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
ROMEO:
I take thee at thy word.
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIET:
What man art thou, that, thus bescreened in night,
So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO:
By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
Because it is an enemy to thee.
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
JULIET:
My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
Of thy tongue's uttering, yet I know the sound.
Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
ROMEO:
Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
JULIET:
How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
ROMEO:
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls;
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
This scene from William Shakespeare's play "Romeo and Juliet" is well known by the whole world (written in 1595, [debatable]).In the year 2011 the scene may look a bit differently
SCENE:
Man walks out across a high log overlooking the steep hill in the woods. As he walks across he sees a young lady perched on a root so as not to keep herself from sliding down the dusty trail. He wells up inside he can't not speak what is on his mind.
MAN:
"You are so beautiful! Especially from this angle! You are nestled there perfectly in that root; it would make a beautiful senior picture... in fact it would make a beautiful picture in general. See that Cute Squirrel over there? It has something in its mouth... It's a lolly pop and he's coming over to bring it to you because you're so beautiful!
SCENE:
The woman was concerned for the well being for the Man, for one trip of the foot could regrettably result in the death of such a fine man. However concerned she was could not suppress the color that rushed to her face as a result of the man's boldness. Not knowing what to say, she quietly considered the man's words.
WOMAN:
Thank you!
Okay, so you caught me it's not exactly Shakespeare however, this actually happened to me. I know that it probably never could measure up to the masterful words of William Shakespeare but it still is a beautiful story.
I think that William Shakespeare like King Solomon in the Bible was somehow able to grasp the true nature of love. One thing I think both authors tried to convey was the beauty that the lover saw in the beloved.
"You are altogether beautiful, my darling;
there is no flaw in you." ~S.O.S 4:7
Every day I look in the mirror I see the same thing but try to point out the physical aspects that I like about myself. Finally, before I am done I tell myself, "you are a beautiful woman," unfortunately... as hard as I try I never completely believe this. So naturally, it's hard for me to believe that anyone else would see the beauty in me.
Another thing was that both the Bible and Shakespeare conveyed was the depths of Love could never be conquered even by death.
"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." ~ Romans 8:38-39
I am in awe as I try to consider what to say about how God pursues his beloved (me).As I reflect on the words "the Man" said to me, I can't help but think that maybe that's God's perspective of his creation. He sees all the right angles and loves it so much that he preserved it by sending his son to die for us... but even in death, love is still not conquered because we die to ourselves every day which brings us closer to the father, this resulting in one BEAUTIFUL love story.
